sephiroth
The days were longer than he cared to admit. They seemed to drag on for an eternity. His scars from his battle had since healed, the pale hairs that remained a reminder that he had survived. And a bitter reminder that he had failed. Sephiroth had failed to secure himself a home, failed to get close to his father (despite the fact that he still refused to admit that was the reasoning he went after Tinuvel.), and failed to even admit who he was. Lourn. A foolish mistake, and one he did not plan on making again.
He still wasn't ready to be Sephiroth.
But he wasn't Lourn anymore.
He grazed quietly, calmly. The long days left him much time to think. Far too much if you asked him. The sound of distant buzzing rips him from his thoughts and despite the uncomfortable sound, he finds himself almost thankful. At least until the swarm grew closer. Sephiroth lifts his head, evergreen gaze falling upon the dark shadows of the approaching locusts. A gasp falls from his lips and he turns, digging his hooves into the gentle sod beneath as he finds traction. His legs churn beneath him as he seeks shelter.
He leaps into the pool beneath one of the falls, swimming desperately for the hidden mouth of a cave just behind the crashing waters. He passes beneath, drenching himself further, and pulls himself up onto the cold wet rock. His heart thrums in his chest but he dare not stick his head back to check if it was safe.